Chapter 437 [437] Xu Weili's Documents

"Oh my god, even Master Sun is here. It seems that the outcome of this match is still uncertain."

"Is this Master Sun very powerful?"

"Not only powerful, Master Sun's attainments in calligraphy and painting are even inferior to Master Yao Guhuai."

"What? Is it true? Even Master Yao Guhuai is inferior to him. How powerful must he be? Why haven't I heard of this person before?"

"Because Master Sun is very low-key, he has been studying calligraphy and painting appraisal painstakingly and never shows up in public, so few people know him."

"So that's the case. It seems that this match is really hanging..."

As Yao Guhuai's proud disciple, Zhong Pan'er can testify that her master has indeed praised Sun Changfeng more than once, saying that he is the best in Zhonghai calligraphy and painting.

There are not many people who can be praised by her master, and this Master Sun is one of them.

Therefore, she is very curious about this person's strength.

Of course, Tang Feng has also heard of Sun Changfeng's name.

His master Zhang Jicheng had mentioned more than once that this person was definitely the best in the antique world of Zhonghai in terms of calligraphy and painting, and there was almost no one who could surpass him.

But he didn't expect that they would meet in this way.

"Hello, Master Sun."

He also raised his hand and clasped his fists to Sun Changfeng to show his respect for this old senior.

Sun Changfeng smiled modestly, "I came here today not to embarrass your Fengya Pavilion, but I heard that there was a young genius in Zhonghai, so I wanted to come and learn from you. I hope you won't let me down."

"I'll do my best." Tang Feng bowed modestly.

"We can change the rules of the competition. There is no need to choose three works. It's a waste of time. For a duel between masters, one is enough." Sun Changfeng proposed again.

Tang Feng had no objection to this, "It's up to you."

"I can't bully the younger generation as an old man, so you can choose." Sun Changfeng put on an attitude of caring for the younger generation, and immediately won the favor of many people at the scene.

Tang Feng shook his head again, "You are the senior, so you should choose."

If it were someone else, they might think that his words were a bit arrogant.

But Sun Changfeng was not angry, he just smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll choose it."

As he said that, his eyes slowly swept over the people around him.

There were already countless treasure holders who were vying to raise their hands to sign up.

"You."

Sun Changfeng's sight finally fell on a middle-aged man, who was holding a wooden box about one foot long in his hand.

The wooden box was engraved with hollow patterns on the outside, and it looked very delicate.

No matter what the antiques inside were, this wooden box alone was worth a lot of money.

The man was chosen by Sun Changfeng, and he was immediately excited, "Is it me? Is it really me?"

Sun Changfeng nodded amiably, "Yes, it's you. What kind of work did you bring?"

The man came to the two excitedly, his voice was a little stuttering, "I... I brought... the document of Xu Weili of the Southern Song Dynasty..."

The crowd of onlookers immediately whispered to each other.

Obviously, for most people, the name Xu Weili is very unfamiliar.

Sun Changfeng stroked his gray beard and explained to everyone with a smile, "This Xu Weili was an official of the Southern Song Dynasty, and he is unknown in history books. But because the documents unearthed from his tomb record a lot of historical materials about the Southern Song Dynasty, filling the research gap in this area, his documents have extremely high historical value. It should be considered a first-class cultural relic."

After listening to his explanation, everyone was amazed.

Although many people still have a half-understanding, since it can be rated as a first-class cultural relic, it is indeed very precious.

The crowd kept pushing forward, wanting to see what this level of cultural relic looks like.

"Sir, please open the box." Sun Changfeng stroked his beard and looked at the treasure holder with a smile.

The man hurriedly and carefully put the wooden box on the table, then took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket, put them on, and then carefully opened the lid of the box.

Inside the box, there was also a layer of yellow satin, and after the yellow satin was opened, it was wrapped with oil paper inside.

Seeing his cautious look, many people felt that he was making a fuss.

Isn't it just a cultural relic? Is it that serious?

However, Tang Feng and Sun Changfeng did not urge him, but just stood aside and waited quietly.

Fortunately, after the oil paper was opened, a large roll of documents was revealed.

"Two experts, this is the treasure I brought, please identify it."

The treasure holder turned around and said respectfully to Tang Feng and Sun Changfeng.

Tang Feng also asked someone to get two pairs of white gloves and gave one to Sun Changfeng.

After Sun Changfeng put them on, he slowly unfolded the roll of documents.

The light yellow rice paper was intact and the ink was as new as new, looking as if it had just been written.

The crowd of onlookers began to whisper.

"Is this really from the Southern Song Dynasty? How could it be preserved so well?"

"Yes, paper is the most difficult to preserve. It's been seven or eight hundred years, and it's been preserved so well?"

"Do I need to look at it? It's fake at first glance."

"Today's counterfeiters are too careless. Even laymen can see the problem. Do you still want to fool experts?"

"Haha, I can tell it's a fake without expert appraisal..."

The discussion among the crowd became louder and louder.

Most people think that this document is fake.

Because it is preserved so well.

Not only is there no damage on the paper, but even the ink marks are very clear.

If it is really a document from seven or eight hundred years ago, it is impossible to preserve it so well.

Even Zhong Paner frowned.

Although there is almost no problem with the paper, the format of the document, and the small regular script on it.

But this document is indeed too new, and it doesn't look like an antique.

Although Tang Feng already had the answer in his mind, he still pretended to stop in front of this set of documents for a long time.

He was not looking at the documents, but observing Sun Changfeng.

He stared at the documents, sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing, sometimes happy, sometimes thinking, and reading very carefully.

He shook his head and smiled, turned around and picked up a pen and paper, and prepared to write the answer.

At this time, Sun Changfeng also ended his observation, picked up the pen and paper first, and began to write the appraisal results.

The eyes of the onlookers suddenly lit up.

These two actually gave the answer at the same time?